Magnet Fishing 2: Magnet Harder (River Avon, Bath, UK)

Magnet fishing round two! Link to previous album: http://imgur.com/gallery/Wwc7I Here's the bad boy - a neodymium 48mm magnet with a 90kg pull rating. We're gonna throw this minx into the water and retrieve some old Roman relics and/or chests of precious metals. #magneticgold

Last time I was down here three weeks ago I hid some beers in the layers of fallen leaves. They're still here!

Ah, yes, forest beer. Blessed by the elves, you know. Potent magical properties.

With me this round is Pete the Ruiner. The kid's got moxy, but he's no magnet fisherman yet. Soon he will be blooded. Pete is the kind of man who can only get hard waterboarding, bonus points if someone is getting a handjob in the corner for 20% off a Playstation. Let's see how he goes riding the magnetic waves.

Well, shit. Pete the Ruiner living up to his name. Magnet caught in some brambly soup - a few feet higher and we would've hit some mighty power lines. Let's keep fishing...

Hark, what's this? It's Avonpleus, the river god! He's taken landform and come to bless our magnet fishing trip. How fare's your day, Avonpleus?

A majestic river god. I feared we had angered the river, but no.

Standing guard in the sacred magnet fishing grotto, less some demons of the lower order attempt to befoul our expedition.

First find with the magnet - looks like the coil from a busted fusion engine. Or, if I know my Roman history, more likely an adamantium grappling hook.

Leaving beer in the forest for three weeks imbues the amber liquid with magical properties. I've gained the prowess of ten men, +4 charisma, and the girth of a bull.

Avonpleus banished us from his grotto. New spot near an ancient tree. The finds bucket is full of nothing but beer and regret.

Found zip at the new spot, so hurling the magnet off the bridge. Fuck you, Avonpleus.

T'is a majestic bridge. We're heading to the opposite bank from where we met Avonpleus.

Magnet got stuck to the bridge on the way. Two drink minimum to get her pulled loose.

No shit. I've pulled up half a scrap yard of rusted, jagged metal so far.

Oh sweet honey nuts, now we're talking. The nut from a secured chest, most likely Roman, though quite possibly Atlantian.

2000-year-old tent peg. Likely from a Legion that camped around these parts back in Roman times. With tech like this, why did Rome fall? #illuminati

Under the bridge downtown
Is where I threw some magnets
Under the bridge downtown
I could not find any relics
Under the bridge downtown
Forgot about my dog
Under the bridge downtown
I drank some forest beer

Shopping cart and the remains of a bike - we tried to pull it up/dig it out, but that junk is under a tonne of rock, mud, and reeds. Avonpleus was unwilling to let his treasure go uncontested.

Local troll hole. We left the troll-bro a brewsky. Gotta pay the troll toll.

Off along the river looking for another prime fishing spot. If we don't find some magnet fish soon then we're going hungry tonight.

Ah, and just when the weather turned to shit...

Exactly what we needed.

Yes, I do like Piña coladas and getting caught in the rain. After several fruitless hours, time to call this trip a wash.

Well, this expedition didn't end in ancient relics or a chest of precious gems, but it's ended like most of my Mondays - with 40 cans of beer and pork ribs. To the hunt, ladies and gentlemen, to the hunt! Until next time.